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242 Songs of Ourselves

171 Because I Like You Better

Alfred Edward Housman

Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised To throw the thought away.

To put the world between us We parted, stiff and dry; 'Good-bye,' said you, 'forget me.' 'I will, no fear', said I.

If here, where clover whitens The dead man's knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass,

Halt by the headstone naming The heart no longer stirred. And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word.